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In my loneliness and helplessness I felt like a shipwrecked sailor, who,
having broken away from the foundering vessel that would have sucked him
under, is yet tossing on a raft with the threatening ocean on every
side, and looking vainly for a sail.
At last I thought of Mr. Curphy, my father's advocate, and decided to
send a telegram to him asking for the name of some solicitor in London
to whom I could apply for advice.
To carry out this intention I went down to the hall about nine o'clock,
when people were passing into the breakfast-room, and visitors were
calling at the bureau, and livened page-boys were shouting names in the
corridors.
There was a little writing-room at one side of the hall and I sat there
to write my telegram. It ran--
"Please send name and address reliable solicitor London whom I can
consult on important business."
I was holding the telegraph-form in my hand and reading my message again
and again to make sure that it would lead to no mischief, when I began
to think of Martin Conrad.


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